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The Admitted
I’ve only got so much left to lose
Who’s to say I shouldn’t give it up willingly?
Join the freaks and live out the rest of my days
On the carnival midway
I’m gonna lighten my load
These old limbs don’t give me nothing but pain, anymore
If less really is more
Then there’s no need to be sore about it
Foxes have dens and birds have nests
But if you follow Him
The son of man has no place to rest his head
When the tents come down on the edge of town
And the fairground’s turned to mud
There’s nothing like that rumbling sound
Of the party caravan rolling out
The dust blurs the line
That divides the road and sky
Here no one asks you why
Or what you’ve left behind
Foxes have dens and birds have nests
But if you follow Him
The son of man has no place to rest his head
After awhile
All these little towns start to look the same
And after awhile
It doesn’t really matter what your name is
It doesn’t really matter what day it is
And it doesn’t really matter what the right way is
Still, some stink you just can’t shake
Like the beard on the Cat Man’s face
You’re always gonna reek
Of the beasts you choose to keep
You cling to the crumbs of love, oh,
It really does permeate everything
Foxes have dens and birds have nests
But if you follow Him
The son of man has no place to rest his head
There was a time when I felt at home
In the cradle of your arms
Your pulse slowed to meet my own
And for that moment we were one
But even if our bodies shared some secret intuition
When I searched your eyes I couldn’t find even a hint of recognition
I never felt more alone
I never felt more alone
This ride’s spinning out of control
The operator’s passed out at the console
The gears grind and the brakes whine
But I’ve got nothing left to lose
They can’t take it if you give it up willingly
What’s left when you cut it all away?
Just another freak out on the midway
Foxes have dens and birds have nests
But if you follow Him
The son of man has no place to rest his head
Foxes have dens and birds have nests
But if you follow Him
The son of man has no place to rest his head
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DEAR MIRANDA
You do not know me, that was my choice.
I sent you away to save you, I swear.
Save you from angry words and angry voices
From who you might have been here,
Dear Miranda.
This will surprise you, I know
I couldn’t do much, but I did what I could.
You thought me gone, and you were wrong and not wrong
I wanted you to be good,
Dear Miranda.
Dear Miranda.
I’ll never make god on this debt.
I didn’t know what else to do.
I’ve spent so long between forget and regret,
All that remains now is you.
Dear Miranda.
Dear Miranda.
It’s not a nice place, the world.
It’s amazing and it’s vast,
But it’s not a nice place, this world.
Nice is far too much to ask.
It’s like someone said to someone once, how nothing gold can last.
You were a good thing, my girl,
You were good and you were new.
But any good thing, my girl,
Has no place inside their zoo.
They will find whatever’s good and they will tear it out of you.
I couldn’t keep you, I swear,
Keep you safe from any harm.
I had to send you, my dear,
To those rude and frigid nuns.
For as long as any asshole can just buy a fucking gun,
This world is not a nice place for anyone.
I don’t know if you are angry,
But if you’re like me, you’re angry.
(Hope you’re not like me,
and if you are, I’m sorry.)
I thought things would get better,
Or that you would make them better.
Better is a promise that was broken, oh my
dear Miranda.
I’ll never make god on this debt.
I didn’t know what else to do.
I’ve spent so long between forget and regret,
All that remains now is you.
Dear Miranda.
Dear Miranda.
And you’re the one they’ll turn to now.
You may not know what you can do.
You are the strong one, and you’ll find it somehow.
All that remains now is you.
Please take care of what’s left of our family
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Wonders of the World
We did all we could to make you special
And we created wonders of the world
Clifford, Maple, Janus, and the Fist
Apple and Leona the Lizard Girl
Everything we had to give, we put into to making you
Prayers and wishes, love and dreams and hopes
But that was not enough and so we added to the stew
Drugs, insecticides and radioactive isotopes
Four of your siblings survived and we're so glad that they're alive
The six of you are failures
when you died we cried and cried
We think about you every day
And now we keep you on display
In big glass jars filled with formaldehyde
Cherubic Apple you died when you were two
Leona, you only lasted seven months
The other four, you died in utero
Failures all, but oh we love you so
Fist, you look like a fist
And Maple, you look like a rumpled sponge
Clifford you look like a pan of lasagna, so your siblings call you the Tray
Janus with your face so fine
And another head growing out of your spine
We love you less than we will tomorrow and more than we did yesterday
Everything we had, we put into making you
Prayers and wishes, love and dreams and hopes
But that was not enough and so we added to the stew
Drugs, insecticides and radioactive isotopes
We did the best we could to make you special
And we created wonders of the world
Clifford, Maple, Janus, and the Fist
Apple and Leona the Lizard Girl
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What is the Point of Being Loved
The birds of the air have their nests
The foxes of the ground have their holes
But the son of man hath nowhere to rest his head
The son of man hath nowhere to go
There is no surge without the risk
Amazed and scared I give you this
Ten little boys a white voice choir
My dreamlet doves my butterflies
I've seen the tigers their fangs in each other's throats
The sizzling heat of their shadowed hides
Toreadors with their flags pumping slow
Stringing tractor boys tighter than banjo wire
Lovely you are and oh so kind
To tender young ravening lions
You're disappearing bit by bit
There's nothing left for me to grip
Chorus:
What is the point of being loved
To warm your backbone in the dark
Exploding feathers and black blood
A meshing bloodstream separate hearts
Our strangeness caused us no fear
We made our own air and we carried it with us
Created a rarified atmosphere
Of hot sugar, lube grease and dust
The redheads read their magazines
Look up from hot popcorn machines
What happened to our Crystal Lil
She's cracked inside, asleep on pills
(Chorus)
Remember my dear
It was in our first year
Before our little roses came along
You jumped in the geek pit
And as I bit off their heads
You sang a Schubert song
A true freak cannot be made
My heart is a hive of electric bees
I have fallen into the big cat cage
And the tigers are brushing their hot length against me
What is the point of being loved
To warm your backbone in the dark
Exploding feathers and black blood
A meshing bloodstream separate hearts
The birds of the air have their nests
The foxes of the ground have their holes
But the son of man hath nowhere to rest his head
The son of man hath nowhere to go
What is the point of being loved...
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